under fire

Chapter 1534
In summer, Jizhong lights up early.

It was less than five o'clock, and the sky in the east was already white.

The Wanpao Fine Artillery Team abandoned their bicycle mortars and headed north without hesitation with the soldiers who had finally been taught a basic knowledge of shelling.

The correspondent has gone to the back to report the news to the girl. It will take at least half an hour for the girl to arrive with the team that left the wounded behind, and there is no time.

Hu Yi put away the pocket watch, just glanced at the dial, the sharp pain in his eyes made him want to vomit.

Trying to let out the turbid air that has been suppressed in the chest.

A large number of devils who had been beaten in the back had cars, and they had to separate from the devils before dawn, or else after dawn, the ninth battalion, which had a majority of wounded soldiers, would have difficulty escaping the devils' pursuit.

If you can't know yourself and the enemy on the battlefield, the best choice is to hide or transfer in silence.

There are still so many wounded ahead.

In Hu Yi's eyes, as long as he entered the Jiuying, he was considered a member of the Jiuying.

It's the same as Hu Zi's entry into the lock, even if it is a militia, if you enter the Ninth Battalion, you will be considered a soldier of the Ninth Battalion.

So far, no one has chosen to leave after entering the Ninth Battalion. The exceptions are Banxian who was once scattered and Ma Liang who is studying in the Anti-Japanese University.
Anyway, Jiuying never paid a dime for severance pay.

If he was fighting Japanese soldiers, he wouldn't care about the casualties, but he couldn't just give up and watch the wounded die in front of his eyes.

He knew the temper of the soldiers of the Ninth Battalion very well.

Listening to the sound of gunshots and explosions in the north, most of the gunshots came from shell guns, and occasionally there were three or eight big gunshots.

There was no devil grenade in the sound of the explosion, and it was immediately judged that it was not a devil.

Since there is a high probability that it is not a devil, the main activities in this area are the traitors of the detective team, the guerrillas of the national army, and those bandits who are not afraid of anything.

The possibility of the guerrillas of the national army is possible, but it is not great.

Even if the soldiers under him were injured, half of the one to two hundred people were lightly wounded, and they were not targets that the traitors of the detective team dared to peek at.

The biggest possibility is a bandit, and it's not difficult to push them there.

Time was too tight, and there was no second choice, so Hu Yi gave the order without hesitation: "The mules lead a team into the green gauze tent and go to the right wing, and all of them bike along the main road, catch up with thousands of fines, and set off immediately!"

Hu Yi didn't know the exact location of Wounded Soldiers Village.

The nearby gunshots completely covered up the movement of the defense battle of Wounded Soldiers Village a few miles to the north.

The sound of gunfire on a section of the Gaoliangdijian road was as dense as a rainstorm.

A platoon wounded who came out of the village to meet him was first blown up by bandit grenades several times.

Another grenade was thrown into the position of the wounded, and three or four more were reduced on the spot.

Under the command of the platoon leader, the remaining dozen or so wounded could only return fire alternately in order to save the few shelled bullets.

The wounded only brought two [-] big guns, and they fired alternately, and even pressed the attacking bandit soldiers on the edge of the sorghum fields on both sides of the road more than [-] miles away.

The three-eighth cover is standard equipment for the imperial army. For bandit soldiers, every gunshot is a reminder.

Next to the road is the green gauze tent. Even if they have limited mobility, the wounded gradually crawled and rolled towards the green gauze tent under the orders of the platoon leader.

As for entering the densely packed green gauze tent, in the end, he could only become a turtle in the enemy's urn, there was no other way.

Wan Baxi led the team and ran to the north for nearly a mile. When he was approaching the two sides fighting in front of him, a few bullets flew from the front.

The soldier who was leading the vanguard was shot, rolled twice on the ground and then hurriedly got up: "It hurts me to death."

From time to time, broken bullets flew from the north.

Immediately, he ordered a frontal assault on the two wings to outflank
The team following him was quickly divided into three, with one team on each side directly entering the green gauze curtain.

The rest of the squad leader squeezed away Wan Xi who was carrying a light machine gun with a crooked handle and ran forward.

Wanbaxi doesn't have much grassroots command experience.

I have been with Jiuying for so long, and I have seen pigs running without eating pork. I grabbed the reckless squad leader and shouted that I should hide on the spot and send someone forward to identify friend and foe and prepare for fire.

When the first vague figure appeared on the southern road, the bandits pretending to be villagers had already discovered the guard post.

This brain may have been caught by the door, but he even ran over, yelling loudly: "Hey, is it the sixth child? Why did you come here?"

In the cognition of bandit soldiers, the one who came here now should be the brother who pretended to be a villager and cleared the eight sentinels along the way!

chug chug.
Ten thousand machine guns lying on the ground with crooked handles fired immediately.

Identification of friend or foe is that simple.

It doesn't matter who you are, anyone who doesn't shout your password when you meet is an enemy!
Chief Hu's order is reinforcements, as long as it is not one of our own, it is the enemy.

I am used to seeing life and death, this time is a battlefield of life and death.

The first bullet fired hit the guy who was yelling at the fourth child.

The projectile trajectory was lowered immediately, pulled back and forth on the road, and quickly shot three continuous fan-shaped strafing surfaces.

On the Gaoliang Dijian road before dawn, the stars were dim and pitch black, and it was almost impossible to see the target clearly.

Wan Xi calmly suppressed the jumping machine gun and kept firing.

The crooked machine gun had a high tripod, so I had to raise my body.

Light machine guns are used as medium and short-range fire suppression, and there is basically no need to consider the opponent's counterattack until the gunfire stops.

Of course, if one of the opponents who is not afraid of death raises his gun to fight back at this time, the possibility of Wan Baxi being beaten to death by Dangcheng is very high.

Light machine gun fire with high-speed fan-shaped bullets penetrated into the edge of the sorghum field by the roadside, broke the sorghum poles, shredded the sorghum leaves, and crackled everything in the path of the harvester.

The bandit soldiers who were lying on the ground in a mess, because of the sound of the gunshots, did not expect to be attacked by the roaring crooked machine gun from behind.

Hearing the sound of shooting, the bandits became chaotic on the spot.

On weekdays, I heard the imperial army shooting from a crooked handle, the unique chug sound, and the fear and suppression had already entered the bone.

Thirty rounds of bullets drilled indiscriminately among more than [-] bandit soldiers, pierced the soles of the feet, shot the chrysanthemum, and injured the muscles and bones of the big and small legs.
Accompanied by the sound of light machine gun fire, the two squads advancing from the two wings began to shoot in the dark.

Just as the machine gun stopped, more than a dozen grenades flew towards the location where the screams continued.

The sound of the explosion made the eardrums hurt.

The gunfire began to fade away.

Hu Yi led the soldiers to the battlefield, and the battle was over.

There were only two bandit soldiers with good skills, who moved swiftly into the sorghum in the gap between the machine gun ballistics and ran away.

Luo Fugui put his finger on the trigger hole with the machine gun in his hand, and felt his cat waist out from the green gauze curtain, when he suddenly heard a shout: "Which part?"

"Is your grandma a ghost? Believe it or not, I beat you into a sieve"

"Mule? Hello Captain Luo!" The sentinel hurried forward to greet Luo Fugui out of Gaoliang.

The road was filled with the smell of blood.

The wounded were being supported by the soldiers, raising their shell guns and calling the heroes in black on the ground one by one.

"Balu. Why don't you hand in your gun and don't kill?" A bandit soldier protested desperately with a gun pointed at his head.

boom.
The mule reached out and grabbed a wounded man who was rummaging through the bandit soldiers, and stared uglyly: "What's the matter?"

"People from Cangzhou Road"

"Cangzhou Road? What the hell?"

"Green forest hero."

"You bullshit green forest hero, isn't grandma a bandit?" Luo Fugui's eyes lit up. Cangzhou Dao practiced martial arts, and there were many heroes. Where's Boss Hu?"

The wounded soldier raised his hand and pointed to the north: "Take the bag and go to the wounded soldier village in the north."

"Oh, I'm going!" Luo Fugui became impatient, and shouted at the dozen or so soldiers under him who were picking up the clothes of the heroes on the ground: "Don't work on that thing, hurry up and follow me!"

After finishing speaking, he spread his bear legs and ran north.

After ten minutes.

The girl swayed her feet and led the team to trot there in a hurry.

The main battalion commander followed behind.

Walking through the sorghum field full of bloody smell, a wounded soldier who happened to be interrogating the prisoners just next to him raised his gun and shot the bandit soldier who asked and answered.

Quickly stopped, and subconsciously stopped: "How can you do something like killing prisoners?"

"Didn't you hand in your gun and don't kill?" The wounded soldier gave the main battalion commander a blank look.

What he said was so meaningless that it took a while for the main battalion commander to come to his senses: "You mean he didn't hand over his gun?"

"He has bullets." The wounded soldier was a little impatient.

"Bullets? Where are they?"

"on the lap"

The main battalion commander was a bit confused about the wounded man: "You mean, he was shot in the thigh. He has already surrendered, okay?"

"Then tell me, are the bullets part of the gun?"

"Well, I guess." These words really stopped the main battalion commander.

"Then tell me, if he has bullets in his body, does that count as not fully disarming him?"

"You kid is a talent!" The commander of the main battalion began to live in his heart. If he captured the prisoner and let him carry a gun
"cut"

"Okay. What about your Battalion Commander Hu?"

"Lead the team north to the wounded soldier village."

The main battalion commander turned to look north. The girl who had been following him had disappeared while he was talking. He immediately waved his hand: "Run forward!"

The wounded soldier muttered next to him: "They all ran away with the girl, and you are the last one."

[Thanks to Hanjiang Chuxue for the reward, the deserters threw over the recommendation tickets that don’t cost money or the monthly tickets that the village money doesn’t know about]

(End of this chapter)